Big Four - Agatha Christie [14]
‘Good evening, moosior,’ said the Inspector. ‘Allow me to introduce Captain Kent of the United States Secret Service.’
Captain Kent was a tall, lean American, with a singularly impassive face which looked as though it had been carved out of wood.
‘Pleased to meet you, gentlemen,’ he murmured, as he shook hands jerkily.
Poirot threw an extra log on the fire, and brought forward more easy chairs. I brought out glasses and the whisky and soda. The captain took a deep draught, and expressed appreciation.
‘Legislation in your country is still sound,’ he observed.
‘And now to business,’ said Japp. ‘Moosior Poirot here made a certain request to me. He was interested in some concern that went by the name of the Big Four, and he asked me to let him know at any time if I came across a mention of it in my official line of business. I didn’t take much stock in the matter, but I remembered what he said, and when the captain here came over with rather a curious story, I said at once, “We’ll go round to Moosior Poirot’s.”’
Poirot looked across at Captain Kent, and the American took up the tale.
‘You may remember reading, M. Poirot, that a number of torpedo boats and destroyers were sunk by being dashed upon the rocks off the American coast. It was just after the Japanese earthquake, and the explanation given was that the disaster was the result of a tidal wave. Now, a short time ago, a roundup was made of certain crooks and gunmen, and with them were captured some papers which put an entirely new face upon the matter. They appeared to refer to some organization called the “Big Four”, and gave an incomplete description of some powerful wireless installation—a concentration of wireless energy far beyond anything so far attempted, and capable of focusing a beam of great intensity upon some given spot. The claims made for this invention seemed manifestly absurd, but I turned them in to headquarters for what they were worth, and one of our highbrow professors got busy on them. Now it appears that one of your British scientists read a paper upon the subject before the British Association. His colleagues didn’t think great shakes of it, by all accounts, thought it far-fetched and fanciful, but your scientist stuck to his guns, and declared that he himself was on the eve of success in his experiments.’
‘Eh bien?’ demanded Poirot, with interest.
‘It was suggested that I should come over here and get an interview with this gentleman. Quite a young fellow, he is, Halliday by name. He is the leading authority on the subject, and I was to get from him whether the thing suggested was anyway possible.’
‘And was it?’ I asked eagerly.
‘That’s just what I don’t know. I haven’t seen Mr Halliday—and I’m not likely to, by all accounts.’
‘The truth of the matter is,’ said Japp shortly, ‘Halliday’s disappeared.’
‘When?’
‘Two months ago.’
‘Was his disappearance reported?’
‘Of course it was. His wife came to us in a great state. We did what we could, but I knew all along it would be no good.’
‘Why not?’
‘Never is—when a man disappears that way.’ Japp winked.
‘What way?’
‘Paris.’
‘So Halliday disappeared in Paris?’
‘Yes. Went over there on scientific work—so he said. Of course, he’d have to say something like that. But you know what it means when a man disappears over there. Either it’s Apache work, and that’s the end of it—or else it’s voluntary disappearance—and that’s a great deal the commoner of the two, I can tell you. Gay Paree and all that, you know. Sick of home life. Halliday and his wife had had a tiff before he started, which all helps to make it a pretty clear case.’
‘I wonder,’ said Poirot thoughtfully.
The American was looking at him curiously.
‘Say, mister,’ he drawled, ‘what’s this Big Four idea?’
‘The Big Four,’ said Poirot, ‘is an international organization which has at its head a Chinaman. He is known as Number One. Number Two is an American. Number Three is a Frenchwoman. Number Four, “the Destroyer”, is an Englishman.